Prologue 1

I'm shaken awake by my dad wearing his father's old guard armor with an elven sword attached to his back. He's not wearing any gloves so his claws are out and ready for a fight. He is one of the few remaining Lycans in this world. He resembles a humanoid black wolf, but has dark gray paws. His eyes are a blazing green.

I shared his eyes, but my fur was more of a golden color like my mom's. The tip of my tail was black, and my muzzle was dark grey. I shook the dirt out of my fur from sleeping on the ground and asked, "What's wrong? Did we oversleep?" I then took a closer look at my dad and saw some blood on his fur.

"No! The Cardinal Corps is attacking! We have to get out of here. Your mom is already at the boat, so we need to move quickly." He then handed me a wrapped parcel and a small dagger before continuing. "Here is a dagger to protect you if we get separated, and don't lose that parcel, it's an important family heirloom. I also put some supplies and money in your bag. Now let's go!" He then took off out the door drawing his sword. I grabbed my bag and put the parcel inside.

I then followed my dad out into the streets and saw a lethal battle taking place between The Cardinal Corps and The Hellfire Squad. I saw my dad fighting two spearmen and rushed to help him. Before I reached him though, someone swung at me with a mace. I ducked and jumped back ready to strike back. My opponent was one of the macemen that usually fight on the front lines of The Cardinal Corps, so I realized that the battle had recently started. I lunged at him aiming for his unarmored gut. He swung at my head hoping to hit me first, but I weaved to the right dodging the blow. As I slashed open his gut, some soldiers from The Hellfire Squad came to back the fighting platoon. One of them launched a fireball beyond the frontline group and took out some of the enemy behind them. My dad then ran up to me bloody from his own fight.

One of the new guards then yelled, "Both of you get to the boats! We don't want anyone that isn't in The Hellfire Squad helping us during this fight! It's to dangerous!" He lifted up a bow and shot one of the enemies that broke through the lines.

My dad nodded before dragging me off towards the boats. The rest of the city was in as much chaos as the slums. There were guards and citizens fighting soldiers on the streets and in the buildings. As we ran right next to a soldier fighting a guard, I stole the soldier's supply pouch and dashed even faster to not get slashed. When we ran into the shipyard, we quickly dodged multiple blows. The only way to describe the shipyard was as one of the nine hells. There were corpses lying everywhere, and the wounded were still fighting even with the seemingly endless waves of enemy soldiers. My dad quickly killed two soldiers before yelling, "Son, get to the boat! Tell your mother that I love her, and I hope you two can find someplace safe from all this war. Now go!"

I knew why he was saying this, but I couldn't argue with him. I ran towards the boats with tears in my eyes. When I arrived at the boats, the guards didn't ask any questions. They just rushed me onto a boat with a lot of other refugees and told it to set sail as some enemy soldiers poured into the dock. My last sight of the city was my dad leading some guards back towards our house. As the city vanished in the distance, I turned and began searching for my mother. I started asking people that had been at the dock before me if they saw my mother, but no one gave clear answers. Finally I asked the captain, "Have you seen a Lycan with golden fur and shimmering blue eyes? I need to find her."

The captain looked at me and said, "Yeah, I saw her. She was put on the ships that left just before ours. I'm sure you'll find her when we dock at the city, but that won't be for a couple of weeks. Now go sit with the rest of the refugees, and watch out for thieves."

I nodded and said, "Thanks." Then I went and found a place to sleep when night came. I checked my bag and saw ten silver pieces, two loafs of bread, a lock picking kit, a sleeping mat, a water pouch, the parcel my dad gave me, and three torches. In the supply poach I find another water pouch, one leg of boar meat, some gloves that had a green glow to them, and an iron dagger like the one I already had. I put on the gloves and sorted the items into the two bags. I put the supply pouch on my belt, and put the bag on the ground as a pillow. It was going to be a long couple of weeks, and all I could do was think about what had become of my father. That night, I cried myself to sleep thinking of my family.